“Young Master Xu, you’re still alive?” Chu Feng asked with a smirk.
The reason behind Chu Feng’s question stemmed from that day when Xu Morong’s actions had gotten a Tantai Clan elder punished. Chu Feng figured that elder wouldn’t let Xu Morong off easily, so his remark was a jab at him.
But Xu Morong didn’t catch the deeper meaning. Instead, he sneered back at Chu Feng, “If you’re still breathing, how could anything happen to me?”
Chu Feng chuckled at that, amused by Xu Morong’s obliviousness—doomed yet clueless.
“Young Master Xu, you just said I’ve reached the pinnacle of shamelessness. Care to explain?” Chu Feng asked.
“I’ll ask you one thing: if you weren’t here to pester Little Sister Mingyue, why didn’t you say so from the start?” Xu Morong shot back.
“Young Master Xu, we’ve met before, and today we’re both here. So why didn’t you tell me right away that you weren’t here for me?” Chu Feng countered.
“Bullshit! I wasn’t here for you—why would I need to say that?” Xu Morong retorted.
“Then I wasn’t here for Miss Mingyue either—why should I have to say it?” Chu Feng fired back.
“Clever bastard, you’re good at twisting words. Fine, then tell me—why *are* you here?” Xu Morong demanded.
“I was invited by Miss Tantai Xing’er,” Chu Feng said calmly. To back it up, he pulled out the invitation Tantai Xing’er had given him.
Xu Morong snatched it, inspecting it closely before smirking mockingly. “Pretty convincing forgery. No wonder you slipped in. You might fool others, but not me—this invitation’s fake,” he declared loudly.
“A fake invitation?”
“So Xu Morong was right—this Chu Xuanyuan’s son is a despicable creep!”
“If I hadn’t seen it myself, I’d never believe a legend like Chu Xuanyuan could sire such a shameless disgrace.”
“His father’s legacy, ruined by this kid.”
“Poor Gong Clan’s eldest miss—tied to a wretch like him. She’ll never shake that off.”
Almost everyone now believed Chu Feng had forged the invitation, siding with Xu Morong’s narrative.
They were convinced Chu Feng had snuck in to chase Gong Mingyue, and after her clear rejection, he’d claimed he didn’t like her—proof of his utter lack of shame.
Hearing the crowd’s chatter turn to curses, Chu Feng showed no anger. He’d seen this too often—ignorant fools who’d slander without knowing the truth. It was human nature.
So he just shook his head with a wry, mocking smile.
“He’s laughing? How shameless can this guy get?”
His smile only fueled the crowd’s outrage.
Their rebukes grew harsher, as if they were righteous crusaders determined to rid the world of Chu Feng’s “evil.”
Seeing their fervor, Xu Morong’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction—this was exactly what he’d wanted.
“Everyone, let’s get the facts straight. Chu Feng isn’t a bad person,” Gong Qing suddenly spoke up.
Unable to stay silent amid the onslaught against Chu Feng, she stepped forward.
“Xiao Qing, don’t let this shameless guy fool you!”
“Didn’t you see him humiliate your sister earlier?”
But the moment she spoke, Gong Clan members yanked her back.
Gong Mingyue shot her a furious glare.
Caught in this mess, Gong Qing didn’t know what to do. Her feeble defense had zero impact.
The crowd seemed possessed—hell-bent on tearing Chu Feng apart today.
“Chu Feng, you gonna leave on your own, or do I, Xu Morong, have to throw you out myself?” Xu Morong asked.
“Let him just leave? No way!”
“A shameless creep like him needs a proper lesson!”
“Yeah, teach him a lesson—make him remember. Letting him off only emboldens his wickedness!”
The crowd’s roars echoed relentlessly. They weren’t about to let Chu Feng walk away unscathed.
“Chu Feng, don’t blame me—this is the will of the people. Looks like you won’t be leaving peacefully today,” Xu Morong said smugly.
*Boom—*
Suddenly, a deafening rumble shook the air.
All eyes snapped upward.
The Peach Origin Secret Realm, floating in the void, was changing.
A boundary gate opened within it, and a graceful figure stepped out.
Seeing her, everyone straightened up in reverence. It was the host of this junior gathering—Tantai Xing’er.
But when they noticed her expression, tension rippled through the crowd. No one dared speak.
Tantai Xing’er’s face was dark and stormy.
Though she was known for her kindness, an angry Tantai Xing’er was someone no one dared cross.
They all knew how terrifying she could be when provoked.
“Miss Tantai Xing’er’s here—guess I won’t need to play judge,” Xu Morong said, quickly shifting gears. He flew toward her with a grin. “Miss Xing’er, this kid’s a shameless disgrace. Please—”
*Whoosh—*
Before he could finish, Tantai Xing’er flicked her sleeve. A surge of martial power formed a giant hand that swept through the air, slamming into Xu Morong.
“Agh!”
With a scream, Xu Morong was blasted away, crashing into a distant boulder and shattering it. When he hit the ground, he was a bloodied mess, his aura frail.
“What…?”
The sudden scene left everyone dumbfounded, jaws dropped in confusion.
Amid their bewilderment, Tantai Xing’er spoke.
“Who else has been rude to my honored guest?” she asked coldly.
Her words only deepened the crowd’s confusion—they didn’t grasp who this “honored guest” was.
Then Tantai Xing’er turned her icy gaze on Gong Mingyue. “Seems like you too.”
At that, everyone’s hearts skipped a beat, their eyes darting to Chu Feng.
“No way—was he actually invited? That invitation wasn’t fake?”
“Could it be… Miss Tantai Xing’er’s honored guest is *him*?!”
*Boom—*
The realization hit like a thunderclap, blowing their minds!!!
Especially Gong Mingyue—she stood there, frozen, utterly dumbfounded.
